If I could walk on water,

I’d be safer when I feel things burning hotter

If I could read your mind,

I would know when it would be the right time

If I knew how you felt,

I mightn’t be afraid to melt

If I knew how to start your fire,

I’d help you burn down resented empires

If I knew you were a fire breather,

I’d be thrilled to be your mystic believer

But I’m left to ponder on and further dwell

Wallowing in my depths of this new hell

Curious how I can burn these flames

That ignite when I hear your name

And fuel my yearning desire

To hold your hand by the fire

And look upon such golden grace

As your fire breathing lovely face